Arthur Weil

Haircut - Poem by Arthur Weil

I have wooly, wavy, woozy silvery hair
Cut just 20% you earn your fare
In bad trim down
Make sure I won't look like a clown.

With white cover she cuts away,
Her scissors, snip, snip night and day.
In mirror see my hair disappear
Trimmed nicely above each ear.

Finally touched my hair—few curls,
The more she accommodates I would adore.
Finish look seems more like 30% gone,
Hair wetted, scalped, I mirror no fun.

Next time another barber or good cutter
Better not scalp me" I sadly angry mutter
For well-kept hair on head?
I'd rather make more love in bed.

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  • Adeline Foster (9/14/2012 4:14:00 PM)

    Interesting write, I must show it to my hairdresser. Read mine - Indebted -
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 14, 2012

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